The helper heard the curtain close behind her, and she was alone in the back stage.  The Rabbit had suggested anything, and although that was something she could work with, she still didn't know what that really meant.

Of course, it could just be the obvious, but as she browsed the selection, the helper grew ever more confused.  She didn't recognize anything here!

But something told her she needed to make a selection, and quickly, she grabbed the nearest object and began to move it to the curtain.  She pushed it through just as the two lifeguards walked off the stage.  From behind, it didn't look like anything was different about them, but she wasn't about to bet on anything either.

"And what do we have here?" the Rabbit asked as she turned back to her nude helper.  She looked down at the object, which the helper could now see clearly.  It was a transparent plastic barrel, one that came up to her hips.  There was a cap that hinged off one side.  And at the bottom was a great many sharp blades.

"Ooooh!" The Rabbit said as she examined the device.  She stepped to one side of it and closed the lid. The blades extended to the top.  She opened it up again, and the blades retracted.  "I like this one."

She looked to the audience.  "I think after this one, we'll take a fifteen minute break," she announced.  She stepped into the barrel, careful to avoid the blades as best as she could.  She had to crouch, but it was done. "When I make a promise, I keep it," she said.  "Now, after you close the lid, there will be two buttons on the top," she informed her helper.  "Press the blue one first, wait for it to finish, then press the red one."

The helper nodded.  She waited for the Rabbit to get comfortable, then closed the lid.

Inside the clear container, the blades shot up, pinning the Rabbit in place.  The Audience could see quite clearly how some of the blades cut through her legs, the red boots doing nothing to slow or hinder them.  Other blades punctured her torso - she had posed her self inside the barrel to ensure that her dangling breasts were properly impaled.  Another one when through her stomach while yet another rose between her legs and into her cunt.

More blades held her arms in place, while the last one went through her throat and out the back of her neck.  Her helper figured that this was a practised pose based on how naturally she took to it.

"Blue button," she said, and pressed down on it with her thumb.

The results were instant.  The blades inside the barrel began to spin around, some going clockwise, some going counterclockwise, some spinning in place.  As the Helper and the audience watched, the Rabbit's head was severed and send flying where it was intercepted by another blade and sliced in twain. Her body fared no better, being reduced to large chunks in the matter of moments.  Her arms and legs went in many different directions, some hitting the sides of the barrel.

And still the device did its work.  Everything on the inside moved in its course, the over-sized blender not caring who or what was in the way.  Cloth, flesh, bone, nothing stopped it from cutting the Rabbit into smaller and smaller pieces.

Then, after a few moments, the blades slowed, then stopped.  The Helper looked down and saw that the Rabbit had been reduced to fine pieces, brown and red mixed together.  She remembered what else she needed to do, and pressed the Red button.

The blades sunk into the bottom, and the bottom raised up.  The helper looked on as the sides began to iris in, the whole of the Rabbit being compressed down to something smaller.

Smaller and smaller, until the Rabbit was down to the size of a pop can.  The top of the lid opened up, and out emerged in a small container, the remains of the person who ran the show.  Hesitantly, the Helper poked at it, her finger coming away with a small string of brown goo.

Acting on impulse she picked up the container, and looked at it closely.  There was no way to distinguish any part from any other part.

So she drank it.

Before the stunned audience, she swallowed the Rabbit, and put down the container.  She shook her head, then reached behind her to her neck and did ... something.

Her face became loose, her eyes sunken.  Then the sides of her head expanded as she pulled away her skin and hair.

With a pop, the face fell away, revealing the Rabbit!  "Well," she said as she started to peel off the skin of the Helper. "That was something.  It's also very hard to find people willing to drink like that," she added as she removed her arms, the chocolate skin contrasting with the pale insides of the Helper.  She pulled down the chest, revealing her own nakedness again, then took another moment to step out of her legs.  "I think she'll enjoy the break," the Rabbit said as she rolled up the skin of her helper.  "And we'll be back," she added with a bow.